[Doc] Come on in Mike, have a seat.
[Mike] What's up Doc?
[Doc] Well, we think you have cancer, but we need to run a few more tests.
[Mike] Not that I don't trust you, but I think I'd like a second opinion.
[Doc] Ok Mike, you're ugly too.
Glad to hear you'll be around a while longer to argue with the liberals. I also know this day very well and still remember the clarity in which the
focus of my own mortality was amplified before, and after the news.
Back when I was 30, the GF caught me in the bathroom one night shaking with cold chills and made me go to the ER the next day. They told me my blood
count was off the charts, and they needed to go in and take a "little look". I agreed.
When I woke up, that little look left me with 18" less intestine, a "complimentary" colostomy, and staples from my sternum to my happy place.
I was informed that they thought I had cancer and, since it takes 3 days to do a biopsy, they decided to perform such an aggressive procedure to keep
it from spreading, "just in case".
After several days of wondering just how much time I had left, I finally asked a nurse why the results haven't come back. She said "Oh, you don't
have cancer". Why they never felt the need to tell me I still don't understand. Maybe I was so stressed about it because a friend had just died a
couple months earlier, at 20, after nearly the same procedure.
In the end, five surgeries later, they got me put back together and I live each day like it never even happened. I've been blessed with the
opportunity to contribute many more derogatory and off topic posts.
Anyway, I'm glad it turned out to be the lesser of two bummers and wish you the best. I just thought I'd share my own experience, and the fact that
I can totally relate.
Now that you're not going to die anymore, hopefully this will ease any guilt you may feel for posting, since it's not all about you.
Take care man, good news for sure.